church V brunch
i have come to believe that the #1 thing that separates those in NY and LA from the rest of the country is where they spend their sunday mornings.
brunch versus church*
yes yes, we all know that people in ny and la marry later, make more money, are more fashion forward etc** but it's really that blissful time btwn 10 am and 2 pm on a pleasant sunday that defines us. so next weekend, make a note of your first impulse. if you want to go out for a nice bloody or mimosa- but you live in- say oklahoma- it's time to make a move. if u r in ny and you are thinking about god, well, good on ya, you are a better woman than i. now go eat some eggs. and some sausage. and have a drink while you're at it. sunday funday!
*on an interesting sidenote- my building's handyman has been telling me to go to church. every saturday he reminds me to go. i think he's onto me...
**no, my beautiful san fran- i am not forgetting or disregarding you- i am just trying to keep things simple and generalize.***
***i used to try and not generalize but it just makes things so much easier! esp when making generalizations about people's race, gender or religion- done, done and done!
posted by Christ Ina @ 11:01 PM
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The old man has had an interesting week. A 15 year old boy, who looks 12, told him that there was somebody waiting outside for him with a knife. He told another old man at the table something X Rated that offended the old man. He also asked a middle aged woman how her wife was doing. While this was going on I was hurriedly trying to untangle a microfilm because even though I was supposed to be on another floor I was the only librarian there senior enough to have had worked with microfilm. Damn idiot wouldn't use the computer. Also as the senior guy I had the responsibility of tossing the kid out when I heard one of the old men complain. I hadn't heard what the kid had said. He called me a Nazi and wandered off. Since he was no longer bothering the old people, I went back to the microfilm. The patron had asked for a microfilm from five years ago. Didn't specify the date, so my colleague got him the reel that covered the exact week from five years ago. I put the reel on, a complicated process, and put him on the newspaper for five years from that date. He then asked for the Sept 11. I went to the basement, went to the microfilm filing cabinet found the film, came back up, set up the microfilm and managed to snarl about twenty feet of it. So this is what I was dealing with when I was distracted by the boy. I went back to the snarl, telling the man to please not tug on the film. While I was thus occupied the boy told my colleague that he felt sorry for me because a classmate of his was going to come after me with a knife. My colleague told me and the boy started screaming that my colleague was a liar. I threw him out again. This took a while. Went back to the snarl. I asked the man if he wanted the newspaper from September 11 or the reports of the attacks. Spent a few minutes convincing him that there wouldn't be any articles on attacks that occurred around 9 AM on September 11 in a paper that was printed around 3 AM. He decided that he wanted September 12 until I set it up for Sept 12 when he decided that instead of material from the Sept 11-Sept 20 microfilm he wanted material from the Sept 21-30 film. I walked back to the basement and threw the kid out again as he had sneaked back in. When I reentered the floor I saw the kid again and threw him out again saying that he couldn't come back until he spoke with my supervisor the woman who runs the library. A lady who thinks she's my supervisor, she is in fact in charge of the nonprofessional staff decided to butt in and tell him that he could come back in two days.
I wrote an incident report on this although none of the old people wanted to get involved and another on the wall paper on the catalog computer getting changed to a pornographic site. I can understand my colleague not being able to work with the microfilm, I'd pass it off too if I could, but the computer could be fixed by restarting it.
As I was typing out the incident report the kid came up to the second floor with his mother. I brought them downstairs to talk with Max who said he'd forgive him if the boy kissed his mother on the cheek. The mother promised that she would punish the boy to make him cry. Feeling that the boy had suffered enough, my colleague refused to write an incident report.
Since I imagine the boy had been punished the day he stole a car and drove it through the window of the family business, I doubt that this punishment would have much of an effect. He had been previously banned on two separate occasions for threatening children. I guess he's realized that children can eventually grow up and be able to beat him while its only downhill for the elderly.
On Thursday Max asked me to find out if Mike Bloomberg had ever produced a musical. He said that Bloomberg had spent 50 million on his election and would be able to make some of it back if he produced his musical. I was not able to find any information on Bloomberg ever producing a musical. Max feeling that there was a first time for everything asked for the Mayor's address. As I was looking for it, I came across the address for the New York Council on the Arts and mentioned, hey this looks interesting. I speak my thoughts while doing reference because the patron gets antsy otherwise. Max was interested. He was still interested when I told him that upon further inspection, I saw that that Council only dealt with statues in City Parks, not all forms of artistic expression. He said that as he once gave a speech in honor of Robert Burns in front of Central Park's statue of the Scottish poet that he would send his proposal to them as well.
On Friday the boy came back in. He first went to the children's floor where he told the some kids that he had a gun and was going to shoot them outside. One kid told the librarian on duty on the floor, who also happened to be the regional director. The man dismissed it as kids fooling around. The kid then had the audacity to go downstairs and ask me to put a DVD on hold for him. Not knowing that he had already spoken with my regional director, asked the guy to have a talk with the kid. My supervisor had already gone home due to the Sabbath. My regional director told me that the kid could continue coming to the library because he didn't believe that the kid would actually stab or shoot anybody. I asked him if he could believe that the kid could drive a stolen car through his family business's window.
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